blow up my kitchen

lzh just blew up our kitchen… or at least that’s what it looked and sounded like. She dumped potato shreds in the wok, and in addition to the usual explosive sound of raw food hitting a hot wok, the wall suddenly shone orange in the light of the flames… and I’m getting the blame, because I put so much oil on and in and around the wok last time I cooked.

Wait, last time I cooked was this morning and I cooked porridge, as I do almost every morning… no, wait, I think she’s referring to the last time I cooked a real meal, which involved deep frying tofu. And yeah, the wok’s been acting kinda funny, at least in terms of its interaction with the flame, since then.

hehehehehehehe

she’s already denounced me as an assassin of public infrastructure, maybe she’s right.

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wangbo

A Kiwi teaching English to oil workers in Beijing, studying Chinese in my spare time, married to a beautiful Beijing lass, consuming vast quantities of green tea (usually Xihu Longjing/西湖龙井, if that means anything to you), eating good food (except for when I cook), missing good Kiwi ale, breathing smog, generally living as best I can outside Godzone and having a good time of it.

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